I'm not a drama god

The continuous raging fire burned on the front line for nearly half an hour, and countless people died at the hands of Han Meng.

By the time Han Meng's mental strength was almost exhausted, the disasters that had rushed into the South China Sea were basically resolved. The waves and mist were suppressed to the edge of the gap, and the Pu family members on the side also seized the opportunity and quickly set up around them, gradually turning this temporary encounter into a positional battle.

A figure shuttled in from the gap.

"What's the situation?" Han Meng asked.

"There are no high-level disasters outside." The Pu family's head also relaxed. "Those disasters seem to have realized that it is difficult to break through here, so they are diverted to other air outlets... I have to go over to help."

After saying that, the head of the Pu family looked at Han Meng's slightly pale face and reminded him:

"You've been fighting for too long. You need to rest."

The mission of these eighth-level disasters of the Pu family patriarch is to block the eighth-level disasters, but in fact there are only so many eighth-level disasters in the Forbidden Sea, so the battles are relatively not that intensive... But there are too many seventh-level disasters, and before the Fusion Faction joined, there were too few seventh-level disasters that could fight in the South China Sea Realm, so Han Meng has hardly had any rest since the start of the war, and has been facing a situation of being outnumbered.

Han Meng was about to say something when a voice came from behind:

"Captain Han Meng, go and have a rest... Leave this to us."

Han Meng turned around and saw Teacher Ye coming from behind. He carried several reagents with him, as if he was ready to break out and fight the disaster at any time.

Han Meng didn't try to hold back. He was very clear about his current situation and nodded slightly:

"Then it's up to you."

As the head of the Pu family went to support other air points, Han Meng also set off. He passed the edge of the battlefield and went straight to the special logistics coordination office in the rear.

Now the entire South China Sea area is under strict control, all residents are not allowed to go out, and the streets are empty. But when Han Meng passed by, he could still feel a lot of eyes coming from the windows of the surrounding houses. These residents seemed to be standing behind the windows nervously, wanting to see what was happening outside.

The logistics location set up by the South China Sea boundary is not far from here. In addition to Han Meng, there are a large number of logistics personnel walking back and forth. As soon as Han Meng pushed the door and entered the room, a strong and pungent smell of blood hit his nose.

In the field of vision, blood-stained beds were placed in the middle of the room. Many figures were gathered around the beds, whispering something with frowns on their faces.

"What are these bodies...?" Han Meng walked forward and asked.

"It was the guard at the gap before." A staff member explained, "After the disaster wave was blocked, we found a chance to bring the body out, but..."

"But what?"

"The way they died was a little too tragic."

Han Meng walked forward and lifted one of the sheets. A bloody corpse that had been cut in half appeared before his eyes. The internal organs kept flowing out of the torn flesh and blood, which was a shocking sight.

The moment he saw the corpse, Han Meng was stunned.

He immediately turned around and lifted all the other sheets. As the bloody corpses came into view, his brows furrowed more and more...

……

"Son……"

"Son!"

At the factory gate, Zhao Yi, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, suddenly came to his senses.

He looked back and saw Linglong walking towards him, her eyes full of doubts...

"Son, what are you doing here?" Linglong pointed at the people who were returning to the dormitory one after another, "Everyone is going back to sleep, aren't you going?"

"I... am not sleepy." Zhao Yi shook his head.

"what are you thinking about?"

Zhao Yi hesitated and said, "I always feel that... Teacher Ye is a little strange today."

"Ah? Is there any?"

"It's just a feeling... How can I tell you..." Zhao Yi recalled the scene he saw when he was helping Teacher Ye in the laboratory just now. His thoughts were a little confused for a moment. "I don't understand experiments or science... But... can that phenomenon really be considered a successful experiment?"

Linglong looked at him blankly, and it seemed difficult for her to understand what Zhao Yi wanted to express. But after thinking about it carefully, she said:

"Although I don't understand either...but Mr. Ye is the most powerful biologist, right? Aren't almost all of us in the Fusion Faction rescued by Mr. Ye himself? He must have his own understanding of the experiments he does."

"That's what you said."

When Zhao Yi heard this, most of his doubts were dispelled, and he was left with more regret that he could not go to the front line.

Linglong stood beside him and couldn't help yawning, "Son, are you really not going to get some sleep?"

"I can't sleep, and didn't nap time just end not long ago?"

“But I’m just sleepy!”

"Okay, okay, you guys go to sleep. I promised Teacher Ye that I would take care of the factory. I'll be watching here."

Zhao Yi sat cross-legged at the factory gate, his black wanderer robe dancing in the wind. His bandaged arms were folded in front of him, facing the direction of the front line, with an air of one man blocking the way for ten thousand.

Seeing that the Holy Son was pretending again, Linglong couldn't help but pout, but she still cooperated and added:

"Wow, the Holy Son is so powerful~ Then our safety depends on the Holy Son~~"

"hey-hey."

Zhao Yi couldn't help but laugh.

After saying that, Linglong turned around and went back into the factory, walking along the stairs on the side towards the dormitory.

The sounds of children laughing and playing gradually disappeared, and eventually the entire factory fell into silence, with only faint snoring occasionally echoing in the factory dormitories.

Zhao Yi, on the other hand, always maintained the posture of "one man guarding the pass against ten thousand men", sitting at the factory gate with his back straight, his eyes fixed in the direction of the front line, like a "looker" ready to go.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The sounds of fighting on the front line continued, but nothing unusual happened, as if the situation in front had been completely stabilized. The occasional explosions and roars in the distance seemed to become white noise, making Zhao Yi a little sleepy.

After an unknown amount of time, he dozed off and almost fell to the ground.

"Fuck... I'm really tired waiting for you."

Zhao Yi muttered something quietly, and stood up to stretch his body at the factory gate, but then he seemed to notice something and was slightly startled...

He looked back at the closed factory gate behind him.

is not it……

A bit too quiet?

Is it really possible to sleep that long for a nap? And among hundreds of children, not a single one has woken up yet?

For some reason, Zhao Yi felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

He walked straight to the factory gate and pushed it hard. A low creaking sound rang out inside the factory...

The dull silence filled the factory and the huge dormitory...

No one is empty.